Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the sternly allotted sandpile Mhow silently emit a tiny violet flavoured nuisance: Odor? o no. comes out like a ribbon…

— Edward Estlin Cummings

Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there at the sandpile at Sunday School.

— Robert Fulghum

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

— Sylvia Plath

You run your fingers through my hair You tell me you love me You act like everything between us is alright, girl But you…

— Keith Sweat

“Hide the miles between us Run to me Like you run your Fingers through my hair Desire in every digit, in every touch. Run…

— Veronika Jensen

Do you ever just run your fingers over your cuts and scars?

— Leslie

“I love to run my fingers o’er the keys, the ivories.”

— Blake Neely

Flow into your dancing, circulate the steps into your body, as you would run your fingers through the hair of the one you Love.

— Nelly Mazloum

I will garden on the double run, my rhythm obvious in the ringing rakes, and trust in fate to keep me poor and kind…

— Richard Hugo

Songwriting is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let…

— John Lennon

The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-…

— Pam Brown

The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the…

— Ida B. Wells

Yes yes you can count on me - Fingers

— Nikhil Saluja

Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things.

— Fergus Henderson

A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the…

— Samuel R. Delany